My Fake Relationship (4 page)

One week later:

One week later and we still hated each other. Probably more than last week! Everyone asked us questions about dating and how we figured out we were, so called ‘in love’. We made up a lot as we went. Zane was being a total jerk to me! Outside of school that is. We were like brother and sisters fighting.

“Honey!” Zane cooed coming to my locker.

I smiled but I gritted my teeth together.

“Zaney!” I said, nicknaming him.

He glared for a moment then leaned against me on the locker.

I hated when he did this!

“How was your day?” he asked.

I pinched his side to get him off me but he just jumped and smirked.

“Fine baby, now can we go home?”

People were smiling and laughing at us.

“Nah, I thought I’d just leave you like this…it’s much more relaxing.”

“Ooh! Go Walker! He’s got Taylor pinned on the locker!” a friend of his shouted.

I smiled but it was forced.

He saw and grinned. His leg was pinning my leg. Finally I went for another attempt. I put my arms on his shoulder and grabbed his hair forcefully. He gave out a squeal but smiled.

“Olivia,” he said.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss!” they chanted. He smirked.

“Not going to happen,” I whispered and pulled at his hair.

“Ow, ow, ow,” he whined.

“Let me go,” he huffed and pulled back.

“Awe!” I laughed.

“Let’s go baby.” I grabbed his arm and he squeezed it tightly.

I winced and he smirked. See! We were always at each other’s throat. We walked out of the school Zane and me, trying to kill the other’s hand.

“Hey!” Kendra said running over to us. I clenched my teeth.

“Hey,” I managed to say. Grant smiled and waved from his car. I nodded. Ugh! They act like nothing is wrong! They don’t even look the slightest bit jealous. This wasn’t working!

“Do you guys want to go to the movies or something this weekend?” I looked at Zane who looked panicked for a second, then regained himself.

“Sure Kendra,” he said calmly.

She looked up at him and swallowed a little.

“O-oh ok.” she stuttered. “Then we’ll meet at theater at 8 tomorrow night?” I nodded. She left quickly and I looked at Zane, who watched after me with a smug look.

“What’d you do?” I asked.

He looked down at me.

“I think she misses me.”

I laughed and dropped his hand and started toward his car.

“What? She was! She couldn’t stop looking at me!” I laughed again and got in the car.

He got in too and we started for my house.

“Are you staying?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“No, I can’t. My mom is having a friend over and she wants me to meet him.”

I frowned.

“Him? You never talk about your mom.”

He shrugged.

“She’s a great woman. My, um, my dad left when I was about 10 so I take care of her. And she dates every once in a while.” His words were quiet and sad and somehow I respected him.

“That’s nice,” I said watching him.

He shrugged again.

“Sure, I guess.”

I bit at my bottom lip.

“Actually, it really is.” I said sincerely.

He laughed.

“So what now? You’re going to go telling people I’m some momma’s boy?” he gasped.

I frowned.

“No, I wouldn’t do that.” We made eye contact and we both froze. He quickly adjusted his eyes to the road.

“Thanks,” he said quietly again.

I nodded.

We got to my house and I saw my parent’s car parked in the driveway.

“Oh crap, they’re home.” I mumbled.

Zane laughed.

We got out and walked to the front door. I went in and mom and dad were in the kitchen talking. “Mom? Dad?” I called.

“Oh sweetie!” mom came running out but stopped short as she saw me and Zane as well as my new attire. “You’re a girl!”

My mouth dropped and Zane burst out laughing.

“Yeah, mom, I actually am. Thanks!” I yelled.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that!” she said waving at me. She came over and gave me a big hug. “You look so pretty!” she gushed. My mom had my hair color but more bimbo like; fake boobs, fake nails, and fake hair extensions. I was the opposite of my mother. “Zane, it’s a surprise to see you. Are Grant and Kendra coming over?” she asked. My heart dropped a little, realizing she didn’t know.

“Actually, mom,” I looked back at Zane, who was speechless for once. He looked me in the eyes and nodded. “Grant and I broke up and now Zane and I are together.” she raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the Walker kid, right?” my dad said behind my mom.

He nodded.

“Yes sir,” he extended a hand and my dad looked impressed for a moment. They shook hands.

“Awww, well that’s sad but don’t worry Zane, we like you.” She gave him a pinch with her fingers on his cheek and he grinned widely at me. I rolled my eyes and started for the stairs not caring if he was coming. I went to my room and I heard him skipping up the stairs.

“You’re mom is hot!” he said coming in my door. I turned around to him and gave out a dramatic sigh.

“You would!” I said and shook my head.

“Your mom loves me!” he said and wiggled an eyebrow at me. “When we split up, I’m going for her!”

My mouth dropped and he came over and fell down onto my bed.

“Aren’t you going to get together with Kendra?”

He looked at me for a second, then looked away and shrugged. I hit his leg to move it and got my history book out from under it.

“Don’t you have to go home?” I asked and sat down.

His leg hit my back and I rolled my eyes.

“Not right now. I want to annoy you more.”

I looked back at him.

He had his arms crossed under his head and he grinned.

“Well, I’m going to bore you because I’m doing homework.”

“You bore me anyhow.”

I scrunched up my face.

He laughed.

I sighed and looked at my book. I pulled off my sandals and threw them in the corner. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, trying to get it out of my face, then started reading in my book. “

It’s going to be weird tomorrow.” Zane clarified.

“You think?” I muttered.

“I think we should make out in the movie.”

I scoffed.

“Like I told you… no! I’m not doing that!”

He rolled his eyes up at me.

“They aren’t getting jealous or didn’t you realize that?!” he yelled.

“I know that! Maybe it’s just because they are ok with it. Maybe we should just give it up.” I sighed. He rolled his eyes.

“You’re so damn dramatic.” he said putting his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

“No, I’m being logical!”

He shook his head, his eyes closed.

“Well, logic doesn’t always work!” he opened his eyes and looked at me. They were blazing like a blue fire. My heart beat started going faster.

“F-fine,” I said giving in.

He looked surprised.

“But I don’t want to like make out make out, just like kiss once or twice. Ewe I can’t believe I just said that!”

He looked bored.

“Yeah, same here, but I want Kendra back.”

I looked at him and could see he was mad. Why would he be? But see Olivia. He just wants her back. So just kiss him once or twice and you have Grant back. No worries.

“Ok, but don’t like…” I tried to explain but I couldn’t.

He laughed.

“What? Don’t what? I know how to kiss stupid. I'm probably better than you.” I gasped.

“You’re such a jerk! Probably not! I’ll show you how to kiss, you little ass.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn't object.

“Well, then come on then. Show me,” he said getting comfortable on the bed.

“I don’t think so!—“

“Dry lips.”

I gritted my teeth together.

“Fine!” I dropped my books to the floor and got on the bed. I straddled him and his eyes got wide. I smirked.

“This is how you kiss,” I leaned down and he stared up at me. I can’t believe I’m doing this! Get a hold of yourself Olivia! Get off him and tell him you’re done with this whole fake relationship! I couldn’t. His lips looked so soft and sweet. I leaned down and he lifted his head a little. Our lips touched softly and my stomach did flips. They were soft. I forced open his lips and sucked on his top lip not that he was struggling. Now this is showing him! His hands wrapped themselves around my waist holding me closer. They were burning me. His lips, his hands….a moan almost escaped my mouth but I held it in. He tasted of peppermint and cigarettes. I didn’t want to end the kiss and I could tell he didn’t want to either. I was quickly losing my breath, my head getting foggy. Really, what I wanted to do was take off—

“Honey I was—“

I jumped back and stared at my mother at the door. Her eyes were wide, and then she smiled. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie,”

I looked down at Zane and he grinned up at me; his hands closer to my butt. I slapped his hands and got off him.

“No mom, it’s not what you think.”

“No, no, it’s ok honey.”

I shook my head my eyes wide.

“No, I was just…he was….Zane go home!” I finally yelled turning around to him.

He laughed and sat up.

“She just can’t think right after we kiss. I’m glad I have that affect on her.” I glared at him.

He got his jacket and backpack.

“Sorry, Mrs. Taylor,” he said sweetly. He looked at me, winked, and then smiled at my mom. “Bye!” he ran out the door and down stairs.

My mom chuckled.

“He really is a sweet boy. I hope you’re being safe too.”

I stared at her with my mouth open.

“Mom! I’m not having sex!”

She sighed.

“Honey, a mother knows when her daughter is.”

“Mom, please, you don’t know anything about me.”

She frowned.

“Olivia I—“

“I have homework.”

She stopped and nodded. She left. I shut the door and went over to my bed. I heard his car start up and go down the road. I sighed and laid back on the bed. My pillow had a dent in the top and I grabbed it. I smelled it. It smelled like bittersweet cologne, Zane’s. I licked my lips and still tasted him. Get a hold of yourself girl! With that, I put the pillow back and started on my school work.

Saturday, one of the best days of the week. No school, just sleep and do nothing. Peaceful sleep. Something I had not gotten in a while. Nothing but peace and quiet.

“Yo, Taylor, get up!”

I jumped and flipped around in bed to glare at Zane. He looked at me raised an eyebrow then laughed.

“Get out!” I yelled. “And who the hell let you in?!”

He laughed again.

“Your mom did,” he winked. “And she told me to tell you that its 3:30 and that they are leaving to go out to dinner and to visits some friends.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Thanks, now get out,” I shoved my face back into the pillow, wanting more sleep.

“Gosh, how many hours do you need Princess?” he muttered. I threw an arm up at him to silence him and he did.

I sighed. I felt the bed squeak, as someone sat down. I didn’t care. I was so tired. It might have been my mind playing tricks on me but I swear I felt someone stroking my hair. Then, pushing it away from my face, his fingers were rough but gentle. Yeah I think I was dreaming!

His blonde hair blew across his face, a smile glistening in the perfect sun.

“Grant?” I asked surprised. He stood in front of me.

“Hey,” he said and smiled.

I frowned.

“I wanted to tell you something.”

I shifted my feet. “Yeah?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“I want you back. I’m in love with you.”

I smiled. “Really?”

He nodded and got down on his knees. “Olivia, I can’t live without you. I want you back. I love you so much,” he was begging.

I laughed and nodded. “Yes! I… “    

I groaned. No! I couldn’t finish it! I felt something hard under me. It was breathing. What?! Breathing? I looked up and I was laying half way on Zane, his eyes closed. His hand was on my back, our legs tangled together. My eyes got wide. Holy shit. I looked at the clock and saw it was 7.

“Shit!” I yelled.

Zane jumped up and almost mashed heads with me.

“For the love of God, Olivia!” he yelled.

I looked at him then jumped off of him and shook myself.

“Ewe, ewe, ewe! That was sick! Why would you do that? Ewe! I got Zane coodies!” I yelled feeling not even the slightest bit dirty but wanted him to think I did.

He laughed.

“Me? You think I did that? Princess you cuddled up to me first!”

My mouth dropped.

“Did not! You’re lying!”

He shrugged and looked at me with the corner of his eye.

It was the truth. I clenched my teeth. “Ugh, would you get off my bed! You’re making it dirty! I’ll be back. I’m taking a shower.” I grabbed my clothes and hurried to the bathroom, locking the door. I drew in a deep breath. I can’t believe I did that! I don’t remember cuddling up to him. But he didn’t look mad he actually looked….I gulped… happy or pleased.

After my shower, I got dressed into a short skirt and a pretty dark purple top. I blow dried my hair and did my makeup. I went out and back into the room. Zane was still lying in my bed with his eyes closed. I didn’t want to wake him but then I wanted to jump up on the bed and scare the crap out of him. I put my clothes in my hamper, and then went to my dresser to get earrings. I dropped an earring and bent to pick it up.

“You have a great ass; did anyone ever tell you that?”

I jumped and turned around. Zane was watching me; his hands behind his head, his hair sweeping down in front of his eyes.

I rolled my eyes.

“No, but thanks,” I said sarcastically. “Get up, we need to go.” I order.

He sighed and got up. He ran his hand through his hair once, and then put on his shoes. I turned around and grabbed a pair of high heeled sandals and sat in my desk chair to put them on.

“Do we have an escape plan?” I asked.

Zane laughed and tied his shoe.

“I don’t know. We could say that your parents need you back home?”

I nodded.

“Sounds good to me.”

We both got up at the same time. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a nice pair of dark jeans with an ivory shirt on, plus his black leather jacket. I gasped, and then got my purse. This was going to be an interesting night.